Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Morocco and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The J.B.'s to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by JFA. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
OOIOO,
Stiv Bators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Womack,
Rakim,
The Sound,
LL Cool J,
Nils Olav,
Alison Limerick,
The Selecter,
The Smiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Gichy Dan,
Roxy Music,
Urselle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The New Christs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fela Kuti,
Nik Kershaw,
Sparks,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Audionom,
The Evens,
Amon Düül II,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monks,
Tres Demented,
Janne Schatter,
Ice-T,
Easy Going,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
Adolescents,
Ultravox,
The Tremeloes,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Agent Orange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Metal Thangz,
Scientists,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Hoover,
Glenn Branca,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.